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Post by Wes Borgin on Dec 6, 2008 13:08:36 GMT -5
Letting the hood on his white jacket drop once he was through the door on this sunny day, Wes took in a deep, unnessicary breath as he looked around the old entrance hall of his former home. Currently blue eyes took in every minescule detail, comparing it with his memory of the place from so long ago.
Carefully, he set down his bags on the ground and returned his pale hands to the straps of his leather backpack. Inside he felt the Professor, or Prof as the dog prefered, adjust himself into a more comfortable position and gruff out a couple of complains to his high senses master.
" Quiet, Prof " Wes gave the order half-heartedly. He wasn't going to scold Prof for scolding him. He wasn't in it at the moment.
A sigh escaped his lips as he did a quick turn around to take in the place. A smile graced his barely peach face as he took a seat on one of his trunks. He rested his hands now on his jean covered legs, silently musing how he had changed more than the school had. Changed in clothing style that was. Last time he was here he wouldn't have dared wore jeans on the first day back. All the guys wore their best suits and hats and had spent days shining their shoes until you could see your face in them. Now he had one a white tee shirt, dark, somewhat baggy jeans, a white jacket, and a pair of black and white Air Jordans he had bought when Sylvie, Lawliet, and he had gone to America for a time.
He felt a tad bit awkward as he sat there in the middle of the Entrance Hall. According to Minnie, someone should be coming to greet him. Who that was, he wasn't sure?
Ah, Minnie, he thought with another sigh. Minerva McGonogal had been a knock out in his day. Especiall when she took her glasses off. He knew she wouldn't look the same, but he was looking forward to see her again. There was a lot of things about his old home he would love seeing again. Coming from a majority Slytherin/Ravenclaw family, he and his sister had been black sheep. Hogwarts had been the best years of his life, a real home with great family. The only family he's got left really.
" Welcome Home, Wes Borgin," he said to himself.
He looked around again, wondering where everyone was. He'd thought it was about breakfast time. But, having no need for breakfast and strict instructions to stay in the Entrance Hall, Wes sat there, a huge smile on his face.
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Post by Sofia Flint on Dec 6, 2008 13:18:46 GMT -5
Sofia had been on her way to the breakfast hall. It had been yet another rough night (well, not rough in a bad way), and Sofia needed some replenishing. Her stomach had been growling in protest for the past few hours, and she figured it was about time to get her skinny ass up to breakfast. Giving her lovable cat Mayhew a good scratch on the head before letting him out the door with her, Sofia trudged up the stairs and out of the colder dungeon into a semi-cold entrance hall.
Her green eyes scanned the scene around her casually, something that they rarely every stopped doing. Sofia's eyes were like a search-light; Forever running over every little detail of every little place she went through. So, naturally, they would zone in on the most interesting object in the room.
A drop dead gorgeous boy was sitting on a trunk not far away. She had heard rumors of a new guy coming to the school, and she could only put two and two together now. With a sly smile on her lips, she sashayed her way across the room, completely ignoring her stomach. Her mind clearly over powered such trivial needs as food. A gorgeous man such as the boy sitting before her deserved more attention than a silly growling stomach.
"Well hello there," Sofia purred, her smile just as deadly as always. Her green eyes lit up with excitement, she looked down at the new comer. "So you must be the new one everyone's been talking about. I've been so eager to find out who it was."
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Post by Wes Borgin on Dec 6, 2008 13:49:19 GMT -5
Wes had been to wrapped up in his own thoughts to notice the girl until she was right in front of and even then he gave an embarassing reaction by falling off his trunk. He let his jaw drop open at the girl presented in front of him.
He let his crystal eyes start at her feet, roam up her legs, over her hips and finally letting them rest on her face. "Gave me a scare there,doll," he said, sort of breathlessly. As breathlessly as he could manage anyway.
He head a slight squeak from underneath him and sat up, sliding his backpack off and pushing it away, never taking his eyes off the girl in front of him. He stood, standing a full 1ft over her.
"So you must be the new one everyone's been talking about. I've been so eager to find out who it was."
"Everyone?" His smile turned into a cocky smirk. "Wes Borgin, at your service."
He held his hand out to her. He'd always been told he was a ladies man and he figured that it shouldn't change now. At the moment, he couldnt' smell her blood at the moment, which pleased him even more. He actually felt human for once.
This was going to be a good year.
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Post by Sofia Flint on Dec 6, 2008 13:55:13 GMT -5
Sofia's smile grew wide and pleased at his reaction. She loved when boys reacted that way around her; It gave her the satisfaction she both craved and needed for her day. It was never exactly hard to get a reaction she wanted out of a boy, but this one was pleasing nonetheless. He was a gorgeous boy, and the fact that he seemed so taken aback by her made Sofia grin from ear to ear.
"I didn't mean to frighten you, love," Sofia cooed, her eyes glittering and her face in a teasing expression.
She watched as he stood up, taking note of the fact that he was much taller than she was, and she couldn't help the feeling that ran through her body. It was a feeling of liking very much what she saw, and her smile only grew as she stared up at the tall boy in front of her.
"Glad to know you're at my service," Sofia smirked, not able to, nor wanting to, hold back her flirtatious ways. "Sofia Flint."
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Jakob Stevenson
Hufflepuff
6th Year
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
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Post by Jakob Stevenson on Dec 6, 2008 14:12:43 GMT -5
Jakob Stevenson rushed through the halls, barely finishing his tie. The headmistress had sent a message through a student, who told another student, to tell Pigeye that Jakob needed to go and greet a new student in the Entrance Hall by breakfast. Normaly Jakob would have only been late if he had fallen out of a window (which happened more often than he liked), but when Pigeye was trusted to give Jakob news of a students affairs.... bad idea.
And so now here he was rushing up a route that led from the Huffle dorms up to the entrance hall. Jakob looked up and down himself, his usual pants, vest and... his vest was inside out. The blonde cursed to himself in quiet German, turning the last corner, buttoning his vest back up to its usual excentrics.
A quick glance around the room told him all he needed to know. Wes Barckin?...Boarpin? What ever the lad's name was, he was allready waiting for Jakob, he also seemed to have met up with Miss Flint. Of the top of his scatterbrained head Jake could name at least twenty rumors associated with this girl, and knew at least five that disproved eachother. The problem however was that if anyone were to fall into her good side, they seemed to shun away any friendship toward a Hufflepuff. Jakob had no problem with her, she had problems with him.
"Good morning Mister...Borgin" His smile was polite, though emotionless. He was glad he had remembered the name, at least Pigeye was good enough to get that information to him. Jakob's eyes scanned across Wes face, then body, watching for changes in posture, the small movements and twitches of the hand. His own arms were held behind his back, a posture that showed he was sent here on purpose. "I see you've met Sofia" He gave a kind and gentle nod her direction, a greeting of sorts.
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Post by Wes Borgin on Dec 6, 2008 14:34:25 GMT -5
Wes smiled back at her. This was good. He wanted friends. He really wanted friends, Wes wouldn't be able to survive without talking to someone. Now, hopefully, this would be the first. Sofia Flint. That's a nice name he thought.
"Mind if I call you Sofie? Sofia's so-" he looked over her shoulder at the newcomer. Watching him as he came from the door leading to the common rooms and towards them, fixing his vest as he did so.
"Good morning Mister...Borgin"
"Mornin!" Wes replied in his baritone voice.
"I see you've met Sofia"
"Yeah, Miss Flint, has been kind enough to entertain me while I was waiting," Wes replied. "You must be my guide, Mister...."
He looked the boy up and down and gave some thought to his accent. Definitely not British. Not as far as he could tell. Not usually punctual either as he took in the minor sweat on his brow and the way he had come in with such a hurried nature. This was going to be good.
And the way he looked at Sofia for that brief moment. It was interesting to say the least.
Then, he was watching Wes again. Wes's reflexes could keep up. He had nothing to hide, so he didn't know why the kid was giving him the look-down.
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Post by Sofia Flint on Dec 6, 2008 14:45:12 GMT -5
Sofia had been about to agree to letting him call her Sofie. But just as he was beginning to finish his setence, and she was opening her mouth, a familiar, and much disliked, voice rang in her ears. She turned around to see none other than Jakob Stevenson. Her eyes narrowed visibily, only not toward Wes, because she now had her back to him. But then, her lips curled up in an amused smile as Jakob nodded politely at her. So he was going to act as if there was no tension between them? Sofia could do the same.
"Lucky I was here," Sofia grinned. "I would feel bad if he had been all alone for much too long. God knows how awful it would to be alone in such a large school." She threw a smile over her shoulder at Wes, along with a little wink.
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Post by Hadyn Bryant on Dec 6, 2008 18:18:15 GMT -5
Hadyn had always been decent looking.
She was short, yes, but she pulled it off. Her short legs led into thin hips and a flat waist, and small shoulders. She was an athlete, to be really frank, and that is what she had always been. She had always been one to know what to do, when to do it, with finely tuned reflexes that are required from a Beater.
However, it just so happened that she was completely off her game today. Her blonde hair was up in a messy bun, a few escaped strands framing her face. Bright blue eyes had small discolorations beneath them; ones that betrayed her lack of sleep and to anyone educated enough, to show what had been going on in her life at the moment. Best friend in jail, a guy dead, nights away from Hogwarts....Yes, Hadyn was quite the subject of gossip at the moment. And it was only bound to get worse, as Hadyn realized, as she glanced around the Entrance Hall.
Sophia Flint had never been a problem; she was a bitch, and a Slytherin, and someone that Hadyn didn't bother with too often. Sofia and Lucy always had this little rivalry thing going on, and not to mention Kira and her despised each other. Kira happened to be one of the few people that retained their dignity and spoke to Hadyn like she wasn't dirt or some freak from a horror movie or some weird soap opera, and the Weasley had always been her friend, until she and Jon started messing around.
Shut up, Hadyn, she thought to herself. You have no right to chastise either Sophia for her pitiful attempts at Jon or Lucy's success with him. After all, she had gone beyond them, far beyond them, to the point that it was ridiculous. She had never meant to meet Jon that night, at the party, it just sort of happened. And she hadn't meant to let him touch her... If she had been sober, she might have decked him, like she had in Hogsmeade the week before to an old bag of bones that had the nerve to slap her ass. But, unfortunately, that was not the case. The Shrieking Shack's bed was now an object of extreme dislike towards Hadyn. She hated Jon, she hated that bed, and she always would. Things would go back to normal with that, eventually.
But Hadyn had unknowingly and drunkenly thrust herself into a hotbed of drama. Sophia Flint would be a monster to take care of if she ever found out that herself and Jon had gotten down. And Kamilla was only get worse, and Lucy would be more pissed at her than already.
So, steer clear of Sophia, at all costs. Speak when you normally would, don't mention Jon, and everything would be okay. Hopefully.
As Hadyn glanced to the new visitor, the poor guy who willingly let Sophia's fangs into him, she had to laugh. It was short, and too loud, and was bound to draw her attention, but she couldn't help it. The poor man. He looked so eager... He had no idea. Hadyn, who looked at him from a distance, over Sophia's shoulder, shook her head sadly. The poor guy.
"Nice," Hadyn murmured, shaking her head still, and turning to leave. "I'm sure Jon'll enjoy that."
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Jakob Stevenson
Hufflepuff
6th Year
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
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Post by Jakob Stevenson on Dec 6, 2008 20:57:07 GMT -5
"Stevenson, Jakob Stevenson, Hufflepuff year sixth, and the third blonde over there is Hadyn...something or other." Jakob trailed off, unsure of what Hadyn's last name was. So many people known soley though association, it could drive a mad man sane. The light blue eyes, stones dipped in light blue puddles, looked swiftly among the other people in the room. He would ignore Sofia for now, if she wished to cause pain to the new boy, she could do so latter.
The eyes came back to Wes, the dottieness in them moving like tides of the sea."Well then lad, 'Ead mistress give you your house or you need the sorting hat?" Wes looked like a Gryf to him, well built confident, strong. But then again, so were Hufflepuff. He had that innocence in his eyes, held on far to long. Yes the Lion or the Bager would certenly suit him.
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Post by Wes Borgin on Dec 6, 2008 23:17:45 GMT -5
"Stevenson, Jakob Stevenson, Hufflepuff year sixth, and the third blonde over there is Hadyn...something or other."
"Stevensen, right," he murmured, searching out the third blonde that was Haydn. Again, he let his mouth fall open. They sure grew 'em pretty around here.
He would have to be sure to talk to her later. When he was free of everyone else. Though, he scolded himself for thinking that way. So far, Sofie had been nice to him and he was sure she'd be around for him to talk to and then there was Jakob. He's tour guide.
"Well then lad, 'Ead mistress give you your house or you need the sorting hat?"
Speaking of Jakob, Wes turned his attention back to the boy, chuckling when he called him lad. That was amusing. Irony and all. But, he never really felt old, he always had the mind set of a seventeen year old. Always would he figured.
"I'm a Hufflepuff. Was sorted last time I was here," Wes replied. He wasn't going to give specific dates, but he was sure that was all they needed to know.
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Blair Smith
Slytherin
Seventh Year.
Blair Doesn't Care.
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Post by Blair Smith on Dec 7, 2008 16:36:52 GMT -5
Blair glided down the stairs, not really paying attention to anything around her. Her thoughts were all on Jakob. And oddly, Sofia. Blair really liked him. Just thinking about him, or hearing his name made her oddly happy. Jakob. It just amazed her that she liked someone this much. The only person she had ever liked this way was Seth, and nothing had even happened with him.
But what would happen if the Slytherins found out? Sofia thought it was bad that they talked. What will her friends do when they find out that she not only liked him, but she had kissed him?
She quietly groaned to herself, and looked up to find herself in the Entrance Hall. She smiled when she saw Jakob, but wondered what he was doing. She saw a big guy standing near him, but she could only see his back. And his back didn't look familiar. Was this the new kid that everyone had been talking about? What was his name... Something with a W. Or a Y. She glanced around and saw Sofia standing near, too, and grimaced. Looks like she couldn't talk to Jakob. Otherwise she'd get attacked again. Blair took her last step and started to walk towards Jakob and the new kid, intending to introduce herself. She walked around so she could look at the boy, and froze about ten feet away from them. She found herself looking at the most beautiful man she had ever seen in her lifetime.
**Hmm, trouble for dear Jakob? Hehe: ) & sorry for reserving, but Miranda had not finished with Wes' post yet, so I didn't want to post until she had.
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Post by Kamilla Lestrange on Dec 7, 2008 18:52:08 GMT -5
It seemed lately that Kamilla was always late to breakfast. When she had first arrived at Hogwarts, her ravenous hunger had awoken her at six in the morning and when breakfast opened at seven, she was the first of the slender Slytherins to skip towards the Great Hall. Kamilla had always loved food; it was a constant thing, recipes were recipes. They never changed and Kamilla felt the need for stability. It was pitiful that the girl was reduced to seeking love, familiarity, and comfort from food but life was not satisfying the physically and emotionally hungry girl.
But as her seventeenth birthday approached, Kamilla's hunger had been quelled. It had suddenly disappeared and instead left behind a vast feeling of ironic emptiness. It wasn't her stomach, however, that was seeking sustenance but Kamilla's mind and soul. The last few months had been tumultuous, erratic, and unpredictable and Kamilla saw fit to blame her month - long ordeal on her ex - fiance, Jon Macnair.
It wasn't just to blame her life's many crisis' on Jon, who according to Kamilla was an "immature, childish simpleton". The two had never had a decent relationship and his sudden proposal had sung Kamilla off a slowing pendulum she had grown accustomed too. And now, as Kamilla felt no desire to race down the constantly moving stairs, she wondered if she had done the right thing to publicly scorn Jon and Sadie Sinclair that way she had.
After Kamilla rounded corners and hopped off the ledges of groaning stairs last minute, she entered the entrance hall. Her zebra print ballet flats were not new but charmed to stay as pure as fresh, white roses. The soft soles padded silently but an audible groan escaped Kamilla; her entire chest practically heaved.
Right outside the Great Hall was an entire army blocking Kamila from her breakfast - and she had just decided on ordering chocolate chip banana pancakes with whipped cream. She had long ago forgotten to watch her figure; there was too much stress a sixth year Lestrange, Heirs of Voldemort Leader, and daughter of Marcella for her to not gorge on such comforting food. But Kamilla felt her roaring hungry die slowly as her sharp green eyes scanned the dangerous horizon - Sofia Flint, Blair Smith were both Slytherins Milla had grown "fond" of. However, there was Hadyn Bryant, the girl who rivaled Sofia's arrogance and ignorance and a random blond - haired boy who proudly bore a badger - plagued patch on his chest.
"Now, now! What's this?" Kamilla heard herself bark lazily, her maternal, prefect instincts were innate it seemed and she was infamous for being biased. The ones she liked, the pranksters she tolerated, and the cheaters that bribed her were rewarded with near flawless records. But, if you were unfortunate enough to be born into unpleasant blood circumstances or in a horrid house such as Gryffindor, you weren't as lucky.
"Sofia? Shouldn't you be at breakfast?" Kamilla sneered, still not noticing a new and rather handsome young man that had obviously been flirting with the blond whore. "Now you're an anorexic whore, how pleasant." She added with a mumble
"Bryant!" Kamilla continued, deciding to punish each soldier for blocking her once - easy path to pancakes. "You don't need breakfast, not with that waist, but we wouldn't want you fainting, now would we?"
She swiveled, her shoes making a slight scratching noise. "Blair Mei Smith, where's your leader, Sadie? In another coma?" And finally, she stood, her arms akimbo and faced the blond haired boy. "Who the hell are you, puffie?
Kamilla Lestrange was a bitch - especially when she was hungry, eh?
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Post by Sofia Flint on Dec 7, 2008 18:55:14 GMT -5
Just as Sofia had been beginning to fall in love with the situation in the Entrance Hall, she quickly fell out of it. Blair Smith had arrived, and, as earlier found out, she had known the girl to fancy Jakob, a Hufflepuff who was well below her level and standards.
And, to make matters worse, in came Hadyn Bryant and Kamilla Lestrange. Kamilla, as it looked, was not very happy to see the wide group before her. Sofia's lips curled up in a vicious grin as she thought of what Kamilla had been wanting most; Food. It had been noticed by Sofia, not to mention some of the other good-looking Slytherin girls, that Kamilla had taken a knack for not caring about what was going into her mouth lately when it came to food.
"Sofia? Shouldn't you be at breakfast?"
"Simply welcoming the new comer, dear," Sofia smirked. "I'm sorry if this is all so unfortunate, holding you back from your meal."
There was an undertone of viciousness that Sofia was sure Kamilla, at least, wouldn't miss. Yes, Sofia was openly a bitch, but she had her ways with it. She didn't care if she put a bad impression on Wes; She could easily win him back as suddenly as she wanted to. But she knew her fighting would be quiet and merciless. Dealing with Kamilla had to be kept quiet. They had their appearances to keep up with, after all, and Sofia knew damn well that Kamilla played just as dirty.
"And, by the way," Sofia added, turning to smile up at the gorgeous boy, "His name is Wes Borgin." And he's awfully gorgeous, Sofia thought as an after tone, winking slightly at Wes before turning around again.
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Post by Hadyn Bryant on Dec 7, 2008 21:29:28 GMT -5
Hadyn was still smiling a little, shaking her head, at Sophia's sad and pitiful antics. She was like a dancer; she danced for the men of her choice, reeled them in, got the money, and them left them dry out on the curb. Oh, well, Hadyn figured. It was the guy's fault for going along willingly with Sofia's obvious scheme.
"Oho," Hadyn muttered, just as she turned to watch Blair Smith and Kamilla Lestrange strut their way into the hall like overly-stuffed fake peacocks. "The royal stampedes have arrived."
She rolled her eyes, accompanying the sarcastic remark muttered under her breath. She hadn't been planning on fighting with Blair, not at all - she had no ill will towards the other girl, other than she was a Slytherin with lower standards than most. And, honestly, she hadn't fancied a argument with one of her worst enemies, Kamilla Lestrange, but she kind of did expect that Kamilla would.
"Bryant! You don't need breakfast, not with that waist, but we wouldn't want you fainting, now would we?"
Hadyn rolled her eyes, yet again. God. People in general were really getting on her nerves these days, although she did have good reason. Best friend in jail, a public advertisement; raped, although that was classified information; scared of guys, even though she dared not show it. She was much to fiery for that, as she just demonstrated. It seemed that even Kamilla being a prefect wouldn't stop her from a snappy retort.
"Hey!" She called to the new guy. She wasn't really talking to him, just using him to get back at the girl she despised most. She walked toward him, and called, making it a point not to look at Kamilla again. "Watch the monster." She said, loud enough for Kamilla to hear, beckoning over her shoulder. "She gets bitchy when she doesn't have her million calorie pancakes to dig into."
And, just as she brushed right past Wes (she was barely at his elbow), she turned her head, and winked at Kamilla, before she turned her head again to walk out of the door.
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Jakob Stevenson
Hufflepuff
6th Year
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
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Post by Jakob Stevenson on Dec 7, 2008 21:59:37 GMT -5
Jakob lisentened carefully to the words the girls threw around, the anger boiled inside him as he watched the quarling lot, frowning heavily. Kamilla had made a crack at each of them but Wes. It was good that the lad would be able to see how bad these girls were first hand. Anyone of them could be much more hostile behind the backs of those they cared for, one reason he was watching Blair's reactions.
Before the smoke cleared on the dangerous matter Jakob took a stab at the game himself "I Miss Lestrange" His voice seemed to poor from his mouth like water, rather than language, "am the man who will one day make twice as much as whatever poor sap you happen to marry" Jakob's words were laced with a tone rarely yet seen in hufflepuff. Strength and defiance against thoughs who were angry or otherwise scary was not one of the normal traits of a Hufflepuff. In fact one of the only reasons the badgers bit back, was when you were rude to those close to them.
Jakob glanced around the room, his face a closed book, uncaring what the group would think of his strange harshness. The only moment they softened to happiness was when he met eyes with Blair. He held his gaze on her, knowing that they were going to be made fun of by the very people that stood around them. He followed her eyes to Wes. So she thought well of him to? She seemed to look at him as though he were somthing more fantastic than a man. Jakob's eyes fluttered sadness for only a moment
Jakob remembered that he was in fact in public, and turned his eyes on Sophia. They were cold now, a way of telling her to stop flirting. Wesley was one of his own lot, and his responsiblity until the lad didn't need any help moving around the school. Sophia had a wealth of troubles that seemed to follow her, a path of destruction. No he would tell Wes as soon as he could to steer clear of the blond... well most blonds. He looked at Haydn, wondering what she was actualy like. It was obvious that she was also infaturated with Wes, and she was a friend of Luca's, which meant she was good enough for the hot boy before them.
"Well then Mister Borgin, was i sent here to help you come to grips with the school once more, as you have been here allready" Jakob didnt believe that for a moment, he knew every face in the school, even the ones that only passed him in the halls. He had recognized a transfer student 5th year from Dumstrang because of a past encounter in Norway 2nd year. No Borgin couldnt have been a student here before... that or Jakob was losing his edge. Ooc: Sooo.... this whole post is kinda like a bouncy ball. Also Im going to periodicly switch Jakob's speech color... until i find one i like
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